Kinky Alex World

Time for pup stuff

This crop top is getting pretty damn tight

[woofs in fat]

Since there are ego filled bear apps…

Why hasn’t someone came up with a pup finder app to find local pups in your area? I am so over of this body shaming/fetish shaming nonsense.

Charles was sitting in his car, nervously drumming the steering wheel as he had his eyes locked on the entrance of the local dive bar. Charles was a tall, lean and muscular blue shark with silver metallic running up and down his chest and arms while his tail had bioluminescent red stripes running across his tail. He was in jeans, his favorite t-shirt and was fiddling with his recently stylized white hair from the rearview mirror. He had been sitting in his car for the past ten minutes watching the bar from his spot on the next street over, building up his confidence as well as running through everything that led up to this moment. 

It was really stupid, honestly. It started after one too many lonely Friday nights, Charles noticed a new post on a long dead local branch of a BDSM online forum. It came from a user simply called, ‘Red’ and it read, “New Dom to the area, recently moved, finally settled down in this location and ready to jump start the local kink scene.” It was only a few days old but still months more recent than the other post of someone begging for attention. Mid-fapping session Charles’s curiosity and horniness got the better of him and decided to follow up with Red, with private messages. Red responded quickly and soon he and Charles started talking. After a quick introduction and run down, things really hit it off as Red started probing Charles about preferences and kinks. The shark was new to the scene in real life but wanted to try a bit of everything, and told Red so.

Red picked up on that immediately as he shifted to proposing ideas and scenarios from mild to the extreme to the shark. By chance or skill each and every scenario mentioned pushed Charles’s most deviant buttons. Through a combination of lust and excitement, Charles kept divulging more and more wilder interest and deeper desires, ping ponging between sex submission, gear, toys, outfits, and outings. 

All the while Red just listened to Charles’s wishes, while asserting and confirming that all those things could easily be done in person and more. From the way, Red kept answering and talking it was clear he had experience, mastery with what he talked about and kept dropping hints that he practiced or was practicing these scenarios with others as Charles talked to him. After weeks of talking, discussing, hashing out, brainstorming ideas Charles finally brought up the courage to ask to meet in person.

One workweek later Charles was pulling up to the bar that Red decided to give the shark a set of instructions once he got there.

Checking his watch, the nervous shark realized that if he was to idle in his car any longer he would be in danger of being late. At the last possible moment, Charles turned off his car, double checked that he had his phone and wallet in his pant’s pocket, and crossed the street to head into the meet-up point.

Walking through the door, Charles was met with the distinct combination of cigar smoke, spilled beer, and men. His eyes then confirmed what his nose and Charles’s own previous internet investigation already told him, It was a dive bar. It was almost perfect in its design, layout, decoration, and even down to the patrons of this place. Big men sat at tables scattered around the floor or stationed at the bar. Every one of them was nursing their beers while actively and aggressively not paying attention to anyone else at the bar.

Being mindful to lift his finned shark tail a bit higher in the air, to avoid it touching the floor, Charles made his way to the bartender. The bartender was a large scarred and grizzled brown grizzly bear and only welcomed the young shark with a stern stare. The appearance intimidated Charles for a moment as he had to take a half moment to compose himself and recited the code phrase that he was given, “I am looking for yesterday’s newspaper.” 

At that, the grizzly bear gave Charles a nod and a gruff of acknowledgement before he put a big paw into his pocket to retrieve something and slid it across the counter towards him. As the bartender lifted his brown paw he revealed a small key attached to a scarlet painted metal ‘R’ keychain. Once the shark picked it up the bartender gruffed once more and cocked his head towards the hallway in the back before returning to cleaning the beer glasses. Taking the hint, Charles tightly grasped the key and made his way towards the hallway.

The hallway was short and only had four doors. A bathroom for men, one for women that seemed hardly used, a double door that led to the kitchen, and in a little alcove was a push door that most would confuse for a broom closet. It was a plain wooden door with the only thing to give it away was that the door lock was painted the same color as the keychain. With a slight trembling hand, Charles inserted the key into the knob and turned, and slowly pushed the door open.

The door opened up to a room that was surprisingly larger than a narrow door would suggest. The area was illuminated by a few fluorescent lights and it was almost bare, with a few cardboard boxes stacked on the left and a pile of flattened cardboard on the other side. The wooden floor was noticeably cleaner than the rest of the bar and while the walls looked freshly painted the room had the lingering smell of sweat in the air. Right in the middle of the room was Red, sitting in a black leather easy chair. There was no mistaking it.

He was not lying about his username, Red was a big demon, with red skin covering his entire bipedal body. He was well built with broad muscular arms and shoulders, even though he was sitting the shark knew that Red could easily tower over him by two feet, at least. He was dressed in full matching leather gear from his black and white biker hat to his chest harness, bracers down to his leather chaps that black his black and red jock that was adorned with a zipper running down the front of the underwear. The demon Red did not say anything, he just sat there staring at the shark with his glinting black eyes and a knowing grin.

After standing in awe in the door frame, Red spoke in a commanding voice, “Welcome to the web Charlie boy, Come in….and shut the door behind you.” Charles quickly realized where he was as quickly checked the hallways for any onlookers before making his way into the room and letting the door swing closed. 

The shark just stood there, head flushed with the situation in front of him. All he could say in response was a weak little “h-hello”. That was met with Red throwing his head back in deep laughter. “Oh, you weren’t lying when you said that you were new to this, you’re so wet behind the ears that I could soak it up with a sponge.”

That caused Charles to cross his arms and blush. He was in the process of forming an apology before Red interrupted him. “Don’t apologize. It just means that there are so many new experiences to put your through. Now be honest. How much of those kinky things you typed out in chat were your true interests and how much did you write just to impress me?” the demon said coyly.

Charles just stood there as he recounted all the hundreds of messages, pictures, stories, ideas, and digital promises that the young and naive sharks made to this internet stranger in the countless instances of lust fueled frenzy. After thinking of all of those he took a deep swallow and simply said, “All of it.”

“Now that ….is good to hear,” Red replied. Before Charles could stop himself his lips let loose, “and is the same true for you?” Red froze for a moment as if he had just received a slap in the face. He slowly raised from his seat, bringing himself to his full height, eyes locked on the shark. Even from across the room, Charles felt a twinge of intimation race down his spine. “Trust me, little shark. I have never lied about my past experiences.” Red said in a stern and absolute voice as his eyes continued to bore down into the shark. 

“But,” he followed up a half moment later, “Since a lot of people online talk of big games, I guess it’s not unreasonable to ask if I also walk the walk.” As he lowered himself down back onto the chair. Once he was settled in he raised his right hand and snapped it twice with “oh Puppy~ Come on out, we have company.” He followed with a mock sing-song voice.

There was a rustling sound from somewhere in the dark toward the back of the room, off to the right of Red’s Chair. From the darkness trotted out something moving on all fours, as it made its way closer to Red it finally entered the light enough for Charles to clearly see what it was. 

It was a spotted brown African Wild Dog that crawled on all fours, with his tail high in the air. He had black gloves on his hands and knee pads on his bent knees. On his head was a brown pup hood that ran all the way down his neck which was attached to a collar that seemed to lock them in place around his head. Besides those four items, the wild dog was completely naked. Despite his nakedness, the wild dog trotted over to the chair seat and lifted himself up by his forelimbs up to sit doggy style by Red’s right-hand side. “This here is Pilot “ Red said, in the same way, one would introduce an award winning pet. “I tamed him myself, and he moved here with me,” the only thing Pilot did was let out a proud, “wuff” in response.

As Pilot settled down, he exposed the final bit of accessories on the sub, a gold chastity cage shined bright in the overhead light. Stunned by the brazened boldness of the display, Charles just kept his eyes glued on Pilot, reexamining the gear, his form, and his chastity cage that he was practically on display as he sat.

When Charles figured that the sub probably was showing it off to him and when he realized that he was staring at the cage and quickly tried to turn away by faking a cough. That only caused both Red and the pilot to stifle a chuckle. “It’s alright shark boy. You can look” coaxed Red. With that bit of permission, Charles turned his head back towards Red, trying his best not to have his gaze drift over to the naked wild dog right next to him.

“As I was saying this is Pilot. He’s been here since the beginning and way more kinky than me if you can believe it.” As Red brought his hand down to rustle the dog’s hooded head. In response, Pilot leaned his head into the scratches with an animalist moan of approval. “He’s helping me in my quest to carve out a dungeon right here in this bar,” Red said as he gestured to the cardboard boxes pushed to the side of the room. “And he’s in charge of cultivating and growing the kink scene within this town. In fact, he helped draft the very online ad that led you here to me.” Pilot let out another ‘wuff’ of acknowledgement at that.

Charles had to take a minute to process that, while Red teased the idea of a harem in his online chats, Charles did not actually think that claim held any water let alone that he was actively recruiting. As he thought about it, he realized where he was standing, in front of a dom that he had to get to via a secret code word and who already had a sub wrapped around his finger. The mere idea that this could actually work caused Charles’s stomach to flutter.

As the shark was pondering, Red followed up with “if you join, you could have to report to Pilot here, he’s my… co-pilot for all matters of recruiting and onboarding new subs in this circle. He’s impossibly thorough in this inspection and training…” trailing off as the hooded African Wild Dog snickers with a bit more malice in his tone. “But rest assured shark boy, if you join, you won’t be the lowest peg on the totem pole. That spot is permanently filled. In fact, why don’t I introduce him to you now!” Red as a wicked smile spread across his face. “Here boy!” the demon said as he snapped his fingers.

A whimper emerged from a pile of broken-down cardboard boxes from the other side of the room. It took a moment for whatever was underneath to make its way outwards but from the response and how it moved, it was clear that it was fully awake and was just waiting under all of that debris to be called upon.

A form shook itself free from the trash, it took a moment for Charles’s eyes to focus upon the process of what he was looking at but his nose got the first clue. That stale sweat smell redoubled in the air as the boxes were shaken off and became a lingering smell of stale sweat and musk Charles winced away from it for a moment before his eyes could finally figure out what it was.

It was another furry that was in some sort of the most restrictive pup gear that Charles has ever seen. While Pilot had casual gloves and knee pads, this poor soul had padded gloves that turned his front hands into useless padded mitts. His knees had the same type of heavy padded and high endurance knee pads. On the front, there was a bit of gear attached to the face and a large flat object attached to his back. In the back was a wooden bar that ran from between his ankles and attached to something below his tail. The bar impeded his movement but somehow he managed to navigate his way to the center of the room.

In the light Charles could see what he truly was, a grey husky mix with a dark grey coat shining on his back and a lighter grey coat on his stomach. Now fully illuminated Charles could finally clearly look at the thing that was so off-putting, a shiny silver tray was strapped to his back, and on the husky’s was a long metal muzzle that extended his face a few unnatural inches. Between the metal bars, the shark saw that the cage was filled with red jocks and socks. Carles shuttered with disgust and intrigue at the contraption as the mutt turned his head away in some sort of shame.

Red let loose a roaring laugh as he watched the two interact, which caused the mutt to bow his head in embarrassment. “Here’s the absolute bottom of the totem pole right there! His name’s Azi and he was actually the first to answer my little online flyer. He practically begged me to use and abuse him and he made me guarantee that he would be the lowest bottom in the organization. Who am I to deny him that experience here?”

Azi made an uncomfortable, yet not protesting, whimper at that statement. “He’s been a loyal mutt and great for free entertainment for the place… in fact. Pup!” barked Red as he turned his head towards Azi, “Go fetch me a drink. Put it on your bill.” 

The mutt let out a weak whimper as he craned his head back at the demon but quickly turned back forward before he could meet Red’s eyes. He then slowly began the awkward start of navigating his restricted limbs to slowly make his way past Charles towards the push door.

With Azi struggling past Charles, the shark could not help but take a peek at the sub’s underbelly. The first thing Charles saw from in between the movements of the restricted limb was a bright pink plastic little chastity cage clinging to his cock.

As the mutt made his way past Charles he got a good view of Azi’s behind, which was more intense than he initially thought. The wooden bar that was attached to the husky mutt’s ankles had a rope wrapped tight around his little balls which were held in place. Seeing it at that angle, Charles finally realized what that was, he only saw it in the most extreme stuff but it was a wooden humbler. But the most shocking thing and was probably the leading cause of Azi’s stiff and awkward body movement, the large red silicone dildo wedged into the Mutt’s ass, all the way to the hilt. Just from the initial glance, it caused Charles’s ass to clench in excitement and anticipation.

With the mutt’s slow waddling past Charles, the scent of musk mask increased as the mutt pushed the door open with his head and made his way out of the room. “I’m thinking of installing a doggy door, but I’m getting too much fun watching him struggle,” Red remarked.

Charles heard Azi march down the hallway he heard the faint sounds of the bar patrons making some inaudible wisecrack comments and the sound of legs of a chair scraping against the wooden floor. “Told you, he’s good for morale,” Red said picking up on the shark’s perked ears,

“But enough about the mutt. Let’s talk brass tacks” Red said as he leaned forward in his chair towards his newest interest. “You’ve seen my location, lair, what I’m going to do with it, and how I treat my pack. So where do you stand?” Red inquired with a raised eyebrow. 

Still reeling from the sight of the servant crawling by him and Red’s words echoing in his head, “He practically begged me to use and abuse him” caused Charles’s head to become flushed with blood as his cock was now becoming increasingly uncomfortable against the fabric of his pants.

All of that and what he saw resulted in him telling the truth. “I want, I want everything about this. I want to spend my nights here. At this bar, under your watch and guidance…” Taking a moment to take a deep swallow. “To be under your command and help you carve out and grow the most depraved kink club and community there has ever been. I want it all and all that it could be.” Red just sat there, stone still with a smile on his face. “That is exactly what I expected to hear from you, Shark boy.”

“I’ll allow Pilot here to bring you up to speed with all of my expectations and your new schedule.” As the attentive dog wuffed in merry and mischievous agreement. 

At that moment the door creaked open as Azi gingerly pushed the door open with his face as he steadily entered the room. The mutt was taking careful steps with his padded paws not to spill a drop from the glass of beer now perched on the silver tray on his back. When Azi went by, Charles noted that the red dildo position was now rotated the other way. 

Azi took one more look over his shoulder towards the shark before he continued on his path back towards Red. Stopping right at the left hand side of the leather, at the perfect height for the demon to take the glass in his hand. The only comment Red gave was a “that will be all, get back to your den.” as both on acknowledgment and dismissal of the mutt.

With another whine, Azi went back to his pile of cardboard with his tail trying it’s best to droop over the dildo, to make a hang between his legs.

Red raised his beer in salute, “It’s a deal then” as he took a deep pull from his glass. After a satisfying deep sigh, he then locked his eyes right onto Charles. “Now, shark boy, you now know we don’t just talk here, can we expect you to start?” As Red moved his right hand down to his groin slowly pulled the zipper on his jock down. Red only had to pull it halfway down before a large thick cock flopped out for the whole room to witness. Pilot’s eyes hungrily darted to red’s groin, only for a moment before he willed himself to get back in attention. Charles immediately became fixated on it. 

Mouthwatering he began to take his first step towards the red demon, then falling down to his knees in front of Red’s lap. Charles took one more look up at his new dom, as the demon gave a reassuring nod. With that Charles began the start of worshipping with his tongue and mouth. Slowly and meticulously making sure each square inch of the cock was given proper tribute. As he worked, Charles let out a series of involuntary moans. Through his monas and actions, Charles heard the faint sounds of whimpers from Azi as the mutt watched it happen from his den of boxes.

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